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He’s been there to help through it all.
Every touch, every sound, and every breath.
I was starting to get better. I was starting to live again the way a normal girl should. That is until we graduated college and life got in the way.
I didn’t think I would see Dem Dabbs again, at least I hoped I would soon, because now I’m falling back. I’m back into my habits. I don’t think I’m strong enough, but somehow, I have.
I’m living on autopilot… until I get that hope back.
I can see him.
Will it be the same? Will we pick up where we left off?
Will his touch bring me back to normal?
Or does he need me more than I need him?

“What do you want?” I asked, with a shaky breath. I couldn’t believe I could actually speak. They both lunged for me, but I ran, and they almost knocked into each other. I ran to the door to the left and saw a metal crowbar lodged in the door handles. I grabbed it and tried to pull it free, but heard more footsteps. I looked back and they were after me again. I ducked and slid through them as they almost tripped and turned back to me.

“Where did she go? Are you sure she went this way?” Dazed yelled in the distance.

“I swear, Bullet; I’m going to kill you myself!” Dem.

“Dem!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, but the guys grabbed me, one pulling my hands behind my back and the other trying to cover my mouth, but I was still trying to yell through his hand.

“Willa?” His voice was right by the door as it rattled. “Willa!” The door made a loud bang. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” He cursed, banging it again.

“Dude, we’re supposed to not be seen,” one of them said.

“On three.” Bullet started counting on the other side. “Shit, that one is Bullet! Abort, let’s go,” the other said. “This isn’t the last you’ll see of us.” He seethed in my ear.

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I am a Leo. Born August 10, living on the east coast. I self-published my first novel, PNEUMA, November 2014, and it's hasn't stopped since.

One of my biggest problems was having too much to read. Now my newfound problem; having too much to write and not enough hands to type it out. Not enough brains to put the stories together fast enough. Not enough tea or coffee to keep me awake 24/7.

So, like every normal person, I have to take it one day at a time.

My cravings for sweets keep me going, any sort of cakes (especially red velvet), pies, cookies, and ice cream.I have a cat named Bongo-Bongo, who loves to get in my way when I'm trying to work, but is too cute for me to fight him off.

And then I have my family, specifically my husband, who puts up with my endless nights, my tapping of the keyboard, my ridiculous imagination, and yet, he always encourages me to believe in myself and follow my dreams.